All Chapters of Betrayed By Him Claimed By His Rival : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Samantha "Aren't you going to touch your meal? It's going to get cold, and I know you don't like your food cold," I finally said to Louis, my fiancé, after a few moments of tense silence. The room felt unnaturally still, the only sound the faint ticking of the wall clock. He had been distant ever since he returned from the office. He'd barely said a word to me, his usual warmth replaced by an unfamiliar coldness. I tried to convince myself that it was just the stress from work, that maybe running a business was taking its toll. But tonight felt different. There was a heaviness in the air, a sense of foreboding that I couldn't shake.Louis sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he stared down at his untouched plate. "I'm calling off the engagement, Samantha," he said finally, his voice cold, devoid of any emotion. "I know it's a difficult pill to swallow, but it is what it is."His words struck me like a bolt of lightning, my heart stuttering in my chest. For a moment, th

SamanthaI sped back to Louis's house, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't shake the gnawing fear that something terrible was unfolding. The events of the night before had left me rattled, and I needed answers-needed to make him explain what was happening. But when I arrived, the house was empty, as though he had simply vanished.My fingers trembled as I dialed his number, the phone pressed tight to my ear. Each call went straight to voicemail, his cold, automated message pushing me closer to the edge. I was caught in the middle of a nightmare, and the dread was sinking its claws deeper into me with each passing second.Morning came, and with it, a fierce determination. I stormed off to Louis's office, my mind set on forcing some answers out of him. But when I arrived, I was met with resistance. Security guards blocked my way, their expressions blank, almost indifferent."Louis gave specific orders not to let you in," one of the guards said, his tone matter-of-fact, as though I

Samantha Jack's gaze didn't waver for even a second, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that felt almost suffocating. I could feel my pulse quicken, the tension in the room wrapping around me like a tightening noose. Every fiber of my being screamed for his help, but something in his cool, detached demeanor told me that pleading wouldn't be enough."It's about my brother, Mr. Smith," I said, my voice barely audible, trembling with the weight of the situation. "Louis... he's falsely accused him of stealing two million dollars. My brother has a criminal record from a previous conviction, and now he's been charged again. With this new accusation, proving his innocence feels impossible."I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I struggled to hold back the rising panic. "The only way out for him is if we can raise the two million dollars Louis says was stolen, or find a way to clear his name. But... we both know that's not likely. This whole thing was orchestrated just to destroy me."

Samantha's POVMy eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I registered was the pounding in my head, like a jackhammer relentlessly drilling into my skull. I groaned, shifting slightly, and tried to sit upright. As the blanket slid off my body, a wave of cold air hit me-and then it hit me-I was completely naked.Panic surged through me. My heart raced as I scanned the unfamiliar room. Soft light seeped through the heavy curtains, casting shadows on the luxurious furniture. Where the hell am I? My mind scrambled for answers, but everything was a blur-fragments of last night scattered like broken glass I couldn't piece together.My pulse quickened as I tried to remember. I racked my brain, but it was as if someone had erased the reel of memories. Nothing but flashes: the clink of glasses, the taste of whiskey burning my throat, Jack Smith's face... *Jack*.As if summoned by my thoughts, the bathroom door creaked open, and Jack emerged, towel draped casually over his neck, his eyes locki

Samantha.I stared at the papers in front of me, my mind spinning in circles. *Was this really happening?*"You... you're serious?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. It felt as if saying the words too loudly might shatter this fragile thread of hope dangling before me.Jack leaned back in his chair, the dim light casting shadows across his sharp features. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, one that never quite reached his eyes. "As a heart attack," he replied, his voice that smooth, low tone that always had an unsettling effect on me. "Sign the contract, and your brother's out on bail. But from this moment forward, you're working for me. Full-time."*Full-time*. The words echoed in my mind, louder than the ticking of the clock in the room. I glanced down at the contract again, the black ink swimming in front of my eyes. How had my life spiraled into this? A personal assistant? I didn't know the first thing about working in an office, let alone working for a man lik